Posted by Tonya Salomons on Nov 30, 2012 in Journal | 0 comments
It was with wonder I watched the little pink plus sign appear. It’s stark colour against the back drop of white. That same wonder followed me through the aisles of the department store looking for the tiniest pairs of shoes – to hang our apartment door – a sign that love have come full circle and that parenthood was imminent. It was with wonder that I watched my... read more

Posted by Tonya Salomons on Nov 27, 2012 in Journal | 0 comments
It’s a celebratory night. A night to honour and a night to return thanks to God for good soulforming work. Two teens, children really, young hearts bled too early by pain and death. Two children lost between the cracks of being unloved and unwanted. Yet here they stand in celebration. Two souls who should be living life shattered, two lives who... read more

Posted by Tonya Salomons on Nov 16, 2012 in Journal | 12 comments
Stay. Can I do it? Can I stay on this narrow path that has my knuckles scraping the walls of this existence that feels hard and dreary. Can I stay and lean in close to Him? Close enough to hear the whisper of Him calling my name. Can I stay and drown out the incessant whining and resentment that fills my heart and pounds ferocious in my chest. Will... read more

Posted by Tonya Salomons on Nov 11, 2012 in Journal | 0 comments
We sat last night in a beautiful old church to hear songs of remembrance. Crystal clear voices of young women raised in song on the eve of Remembrance Day. This song, Ani Ma’amin means I Believe in Hebrew and brought tears to my eyes. This, this was the song that the Jews sang on their way to the gas chambers in World War II. Its words speak of a hope and an unwavering... read more

Posted by Tonya Salomons on Nov 9, 2012 in Journal | 4 comments
Quiet. My soul has craved this word for so long now. It has craved the peace that comes from quiet. I have tried to package quiet, rent quiet, beg quiet and search quiet for so long I have forgotten my longing for it. I have forgotten that my quiet comes when I take time for joy and thanksgiving. That the act of simply giving thanks for the dogs eyes looking all... read more